Pirates

My face is buried in books

Hiding in nooks

Dusty, musty

Away from babies

Lovable and fussy

My soul is within the page

Riding the waves

Away from noise

& familiar voice

I crowd surf on letters

Till I’m transported

To sandy shores and rough surf

My hair is filled with salt

The air is something new

and time is different here.

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